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Оглавление“I’ll get the bloodstones,” Viv said. “How many do you think we’ll need?”
“Twelve should do it.”
“I’ll bring sixteen. Always better to have more than not enough, right?”
Nikoli gave her a sultry look. “It’s always better to have more.”
Viv cleared her throat and rummaged through the bloodstones, but she felt her breathing quicken. There was no ignoring Nikoli’s scent—a mixture of leather, musk and fresh, rain-kissed air. No one had ever affected her this way. Viv narrowed her eyes and tried to concentrate on the bloodstones.
“I think we’re good,” she said, chancing a look at Nikoli’s face. Big mistake. When she’d turned to him, they were but a breath apart.
Both of them froze, eyes locked, and in that moment the rest of Viv’s world disappeared. All that existed was the scent of him, the brawn of him. The only thing either of them had to do was move a fraction of an inch and...
